When the moon closes, I feel ashamed and resentful. The story of Diusim Yue Bai closed the ice tray, and Kerry was concerned about the country and the people. Looking back and smiling, it is fascinating, and the powder and paint of the Sixth Palace have faded into nothingness. Explain that the spring breeze is infinitely hateful. Who is more lovely than Shen Xiangting? However, she lives alone in an empty valley in the north. Can a beautiful king save the country? Handsome eyebrows and eyes, looking forward to flying, the essence of literary color, seeing it and forgetting the customs. If the face is a silver plate, the eyes are like water apricots, the lips are not red, and the eyebrows are not painted green. Pocket incense, red algae wrapped in autumn smoke.
Before Ma Guipo, he swallowed his anger and laughed for generations. The appearance is heavy and the fish is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the product. I smile at the fruit, Lushan flatters, and fights with knives. Fu cha what hate, hook base what grace. I wish I didn't know Fan Xin, but I can still be a Shannon. His skin is as coagulated as fat, as smooth as silk and as flexible as reed!
Hibiscus is not as beautiful as beauty, and the water temple is fragrant. If you don't spit, you will be angry. Mushroom sauce needs no hair, so it is like a flower. Dance from the sky to the west. The beauty of the wild goose is fragrant and ancient, and the lingering dream is fading away.
Two bends are like police, not like smoke eyebrows in a cage, and a pair of eyes are like joy but not joy. Young women imitate each other, and musicians are very happy. The diamond leaves stick to the wind, and the boat wears the lotus deep. Willow eyebrows, almond eyes, a small cherry mouth, willow slender waist playing the pen container, the girl in the building Yingying Yanyan is playing the piano, a song did not end with a sigh.
The lungs are like the moon, and the wrist is frozen with frost and snow. The sleeves are fragrant, and the red Cai Xiaoxiao's eyebrows will fight for green in the autumn smoke, and her face will be red. Eyebrows are like distant mountains without painting, and lips with sand without painting ink.
The beauty rolled up the bead curtain deeply, and now you can see the bright tears on her cheeks, but it's not the man she loves so much that hired more than 12 smelly tables. In early February, beans were placed at both ends. The spring breeze is ten miles away from Yangzhou Road, so it is better to roll a bead curtain. I can't return to the ring, and the grass is like smoke beyond the Great Wall. I still hate the moon in Han Palace and always look at Hu Tian.